How lovely would it be to go outside and work, or an office, or to spread out on a lounging piece of furniture that is NOT your bed? Or to indulge in your favorite decor styles, or experiment - except ... you can't because it's snug?
Oh well. Since I didn't win the lottery to make this happen, I can pull out my photos from my recent New Year's trip to Long Island courtesy of Christine's very generously extravagant Christmas present, where we stayed in an out-wardly unassuming late 70/80s split-level ranch, which had been updated to a very lovely AirBnB, basically lifted from shelter magazines, and the pages of Williams Sonoma, Pottery Barn, and Restoration Hardware.
Look at this beautiful back porch table.
All the light. The room. The seashells.
(It was really hard not to pocket this blue hunk of crystal!)
Even beyond the hot-tub, fancy Kohler showroom bathrooms, the chrome kitchen,
and the downstairs wet bar that is fancier than my entire kitchenette,
the three bedrooms mixed with my favorite blue and white, wood, and nickel finishes,
or vintage school desk/beach cottage features,
A dedicated OFFICE,
my dream entry wall, color schemes, finishes, salvaged stained glass, and beach-combed chic,
there were two places that I could have willing never left.
Doesn't it just invite you to spend an entire Saturday on it,
reading, blogging, and/or sleeping?
It looked directly at this assumedly vintage wooden advertising sign.
I love the graphics, but ...
it still irritates me for one HUGE reason.
If you don't know why it irritates me, we can't be friends.
And then there was this couch in the "basement."
The deepest leather couch I have ever had the glory to curl up in.
Next to the "fireplace," in front of the sharpest HDTV ever.What with an all-weekend Downtown Abbey marathon, a wet-bar behind us, a bathroom within steps, the only thing to figure out was how to maneuver to the snacks and drinks when it was so deep.
If you ever can't find me, maybe check that I haven't checked myself back into this AirBnB, or decamped to a Restoration Hardware showroom somewhere.
Who needs shelter magazines? A lot of THIS is exactly what I wish I could afford ...
Okay. Enough dreaming.
Back to work.
AFTER I bang on my neighbors' wall in a very passive-agressive kind-of way.
~ photos by iPhone